“Oh, all right.” Callie made a face. “Want a bowl of bread pudding, Nick?”
Nick glanced at Brenna. “I shouldn’t—”
“Oh, live a little, boss,” Brenna said. “It might make you sweeter.”
He laughed at that. “I’ll have some, then. With some of that strong coffee Fleur seems to be famous for.”
Callie brought him his pudding and coffee. “I have to get back to work. I’ll see y’all later.”
He watched as Brenna gathered her things, obviously in a hurry to get away from him. “What is this? I have to eat all alone?”
She stopped, glanced around. “I see a lot of people in here.”
“I don’t know them yet.”
“You don’t know me yet, either,” she said. “I’ll be at your meeting and I’ll take copious notes, but right now I want to research some art for the house. I want to get this right as much as you do, believe it or not.”
“I believe you,” he said, wishing she’d stay while he willed her to go. “Go, get to work. I am paying you a lot of money, after all.”
“Yes, sir.”
He watched her walk away, that elusive fragrance following her. Then he looked up to find Winnie smiling down at him.
“I’m still here,” she said with a grin.
Nick laughed at that because he was pretty sure Winnie was married and had four children. “Sit down and keep me company, then. And while you’re at it, maybe you can tell me why I find that woman so fascinating.”
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